Tubby Girl Remembers the Glory Days of Yore
I used to sashay into a room
And see all the guys just stare
Now when I waddle in a room
I get cuddled like a bear
I reveled in the very fact
That I was just sizzling hot
Now I feel rather lukewarm
Marilyn Monroe I am NOT!
I used to have a tiny waist
That accentuated my breast
Now there are lots of tiny rolls
That go right up to my chest
People like to touch my arms
They remind them of a pillow
And when I walk, do watch out!
My bum does jiggle like jello
Although now I am not streamlined
Unlike Angelina Jolie
I’m still happy with who I am
Cause there’s beauty inside of me
I don’t think that a woman’s meant
To be merely some skin and bones
But rather curvaciously soft
Or her pokiness will bring groans
And yet I confess to moments
When I wish I could turn back time
I want to be drop dead gorgeous
Not skinny… but full and sublime
Well, this lament is getting lame
So I'll start the exercise craze
I still want to make men go weak
So they’ll stare at me in a daze!
But Belly Dancing won’t be fun
There just won’t be enough to shake
So maybe I’ll just stay this way
And be good...for heaven’s sake!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013
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